New York Giant Lyrics - Ja Rule

[Chorus: Ja Rule] 

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York) 

I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk) 

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York) 

I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk) 

(And I know) 

[Verse 1: Ja Rule] 

Why'all niggas is pussy, poonani, (Vagina) 

Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride 

You're print distrified, you're no longer desired 

So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire 

I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane 

Let east coast bang, let west coast bang 

And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel 

To every hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue 

Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound 

Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound 

Tryin' to catch the ears of niggas that's runnin' their mouths 

I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house 

I don't really understand what the runnin's about 

But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out 

Leavin 'em laid out, dead, in just a sport 

Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 2: Fat Joe] 

Nigga I can see the coke in your nose 

This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe 

And I was just about to find god 

But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage 

And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit 

But we know this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit 

Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like 

"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me" 

True Story, I'm bringin' the T back 

Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back) 

My nigga Dre said grind cook 

Now we killin' them Howard niggas, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book 

Got bitches on top of the Phantom 

And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn 

Cook coke, crack, niggas fiend for that 

And you already know the x is where the team be at 

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[Verse 3: Jadakiss] 

I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch 

Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich 

It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed 

For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs 

And that coke will get you a long time 

But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online 

Wise has awoken 

And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open 

I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles 

Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles 

Just doin' shit for nothin', it's so spiteful 

Ha I'm just like you 

Word that niggas want to murk you is in the air 

A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air 

And I'm not cocky, I'm confident 

So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment 

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